Fata Organa
Shopping—
small store (cashier standing)
I approach (hoping purchases
[make {awkward}
conversation {sweating
palms, conservative social
situation: standard;
no response} enjambment-
laden,
soaked in neritic {subconsciously}
turf where
pelagic shorelines
{surf} crest in my muddled
mind, and why?
{analog dialog scrambled
in the digital
culture's cellophane:
mellowing stasis,
static, pigeonholed
in the first impression,
apologetic/lysergic self-
deprecation} yeah, why? ]
oh, why?) dream
of mech purchases and dragon skulls
(free with games)
in the basement, help me
find
what
I lost because
I lost it then (
lost in the dreamscape
[snow storms, blizzard
slush smothering my
eyelids
{
sight
blurred because the frozen
ocean slurs from cloud
to ground; from sky to
fall; drowning epoch elicitied
}
liquid polluted]—
warmth of a cat in a
freshly-pressed towel,
yet wringing
in my larynx,
lungs, half-
heart,
gray matter gone white)
biodegradable, waiting
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poem by Tim Stensloff
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